if you've been around here for long enough,
you know that I blog mostly to tell our story.
the story of two sinners, covered in grace.
it's a story that paints the goodness of God,
not the goodness of us.
and this season of our story sounds a lot like waiting.
quiet, eager anticipation.
waiting for me to finish my pre-recs
waiting for Sam to find his passion in his career
waiting to know what city we'll eventually end up in. after all my school is done.
waiting to buy a house.
waiting (for AWHILE) for kids
well, most of the time.
my selfish and impatient heart does not want to wait.
like a 2 year old throwing a tantrum,
I beg and plead and cry to God
why not now!?!
why not now?
because the waiting changes.
the waiting is the incubator.
he's prepping, preparing.
and if we're being honest, this waiting isn't so bad.
( I will not be a whiney blogger, nor a whiney person.)
the waiting can be hard.
but the waiting can draw my heart to the only giver of life.
so I'll stay in the waiting.
because I want to transition well.
when the time comes.